“Death by a Thousand Cuts” (a Poem)

Goals abound
Too many
Diffuse attention
And then the cuts come on top

Many things vying
Little cuts on top of diffuse ends
We don’t see how the cuts kill
Step away
Step away from the cuts; a distance place
You more clearly see the ways the knives bleed you here
Full body armor on the mast
Write the script
One aim

Life is too great
to die from little knives